Clyde Bryd

Name: Clyde Byrd

Personality: Mainly calm and collected, doen't bother people, remains out of the way.

Orgin: Nevada

Political Views: He thinks they are alright i suppose, though he isn't sure about the leaders, he's never seen them, but he does appreciate them keeping him alive.

Backstory: Clyde never thought of himself as much of a fighter, he is just a simple artist wanna-be, Once he was old enough to be kicked out of the nest, he was, planning to make it big he moved to Vegas to attend an art school. He was on vacation learning to paint in the Mississippi delta, just to get away from the hussle and bustle of Vegas for a while, that's when the diasease started spreading, but it was only a couple people he wasn't worried , but those couple of people turned into thousands, finally it became an apocolypse. He was scooped up and put into base 3 where he still abides in a small shack assigned to him by the general. In his free time he searches down the street for scrap paper to draw on, so he won't get rusty in his artwork luckliy when the soliders were looking for survivors he had his sketchbook/journal on him which he still keeps, and a single pencil getting smaller as his creativity grows.

Opinions: He thinks the cure doesn't exsist or ever will, but he finds the zombies fasinating, but also terrifing.